I have a couple of friends who like Dana Rohrabacher.
They see him as a guy with traditional conservative values; as a guy who’s against taxes and regulations and wants to keep government out of the lives of private citizens.
I, on the other hand, see him as someone who accepts (and even embraces) white supremacists. This is with good reason.
Go back several months, to the rally in Huntington Beach where Dana appeared at an event where a handful of Neo-Nazis marched with their white power propaganda flags. No, Rohrabacher didn’t hold their hands, or stand side by side while screaming, “All praise Hitler!” But he was there, and he was unflinching, and he had no problem appearing on a platform that—unambiguously—promoted a white-first agenda. Hell, when later called on it by OC Weekly, Rohrabacher had nothing (literally nothing) to say. It was what it was.
And here’s the thing: There was a time in America when such behavior was (rightly) a career killer. A time when you realized your candidate was paling around with white supremacists and that—shared beliefs be damned—he could no longer be your candidate. That was a time when standards mattered; when ethics mattered; when a presidential candidate who mocked a POW and bragged about grabbing women by the pussy equaled unequivocal disqualification.
Even were Dana Rohrabacher a liberal Democrat, I could never vote for a man who approved of white supremacists; who said people could discriminate against gay couples in real estate transactions; who claimed—repeatedly, proudly—climate change is mere hoax; who has sided with Putin over our intelligence agencies.
It’s called standards.